A Picture What We Took Of Our Clapped Out Dell Laptop Screen Last Night

If ever a look could be described as ‘withering,’ or be described as an expression of utter contempt it was the unwavering glare with which the Scottish Nationalist Party’s leader Nicola Sturgeon skewered David Cameron at the VE Day commemoration ceremony in London yesterday. She screwed David Cameron with surgical precision, with the classic thousand yard stare, which suggested that she isn’t really all that keen on the man or his party, and that if he thinks the spirit of Scotland is dead – then he’s got another think coming.

Mr Cameron – he could only squirm and look to the heavens, or at his feet as he was forced to stand in line with the people he’s basically – along with his PR machine – fucked into oblivion as he went through the desperate charade of even attempting to be patriotic.

That he couldn’t look Nick Clegg in the eye was understandable, if not forgivable. The big question is: Will he be able to look the families whose loved ones he’s plunged into a pit of despair in the eye? Probably not. Samantha’s out showing off on her new scooter, the kids are with the nannies and there are things to do – like don the gladrags for a cornball celebration, complete with a bollocks 80s musical theme somewhere in Mayfair. That’s David Cameron for you – the man who repeats the word ‘clear’ ad nauseum yet remains as transparent as a galvanised steel bucket filled with farmyard excreta.

Embarrassing or what Mr Cameron? Are you the man who would lead from the front or the snivelling coward sipping champagne and nibbling on canapés from way behind the line, while the front line troops are consumed in an orgy of mud, blood and bullets?

Here at Café Spike we reckon that Nicola Sturgeon, the Scottish race and the people who didn’t vote for you have you well sussed. We know that you’re a gutless wonder who only has the courage of his convictions because Rupert Murdoch’s media empire, allied with the Telegraph and the Mail are behind you.

The truth is that you have deceived a nation. You’ve drip-fed the population a diet of fear and insecurity, when you are the only person, and your loathsome party are the only thing people ever needed to fear. We’ve got your number mate. Nicola Sturgeon and the SNP have your number. That Bullingdon Club BS cuts no ice with us.

Expect a rough ride. It’s what happens when you ride roughshod over everybody else.